![]() |
1 |
Holy Stephen, Christ's dear martyr, First to shed thy blood for Him, What bright glory now surrounds thee, Glory which no time can dim! O that we could share that glory; Give for Him our life and blood! Let us praise thy noble story, Told with life's own crimson flood. |
2 |
Noble witness thou didst render To the Passion of thy Lord, Bearing with a love courageous Weight of stones more cruel than sword: Mindful of our dying Savior; Begging mercy in death's throes Thou didst raise thine eyes to heaven, Craving mercy on thy foes. |
3 |
Ours it may not be to suffer Like Saint Stephen unto death, But a service we can render, To our last and failing breath: Ours to serve our loving Saviour; Ours to help His sacrifice: Ours to give Him daily homage: Till He calls to Paradise. |
First upload: September 16, 2005